Page 132 of Give Me Redemption

“Think he should know? I mean, the man cares about you.”

“It’s his fault I’m in this mess.”

Monroe laughs. “True.”

We pull into the parking garage at the Bureau and head inside. “Good morning, Marco,” I say to the janitor as he shines the floors.

“Harlow, I hope you’re having a good morning.”

“I am, thank you. Here, I got you a coffee.”

“Why, thank you,” he says with a smile. I give him a wink as we head into the elevator.

“Good man,” Monroe says.

“The best,” I reply.

We take our seats, telling everyone to come get the coffee and food if they want it. It doesn’t take long for it to vanish. I sip on mine and fire my computer up as Davy walks out of his office.

“Dalton,” he yells.

“Yeah?” I ask.

“Get in here,” he says.

I look over at Monroe who shrugs. Rolling my chair out, I head toward Davy’s office, wondering what he wants to talk to me about. God, I hope it’s not some stupid case I don’t care about again. I don’t think I can handle that shit.

“Shut the door,” he says. I click it shut behind me as he looks at me over the rim of his glasses.

“How’s everything?”

“Fine.”

He sighs. “Your mother doesn’t seem to think so. She says you’ve been distant.”

“Good God,” I reply with an eye roll. “I missed Sunday dinner again. She’s freaking out over nothing.”

“Sit,” he says, pointing at the chair across from him. I exhale but do as he asks.

“Talk to me. I know the case was rough on you. I’m not sure why, but you had a hard time with this one and then the guy gets free anyway.”

I shrug, praying he isn’t wanting to look farther into that. “I’m cool with it. I did my part; the judge didn’t do his. It is what it is.”

He nods. “Yeah. It was a payoff if you ask me.”

I don’t say anything. “How’s therapy?”

I avert my eyes.

“I take it you haven’t been going then?” he asks, removing his glasses.

“It’s a waste of money. She tells me shit that I already know about myself.”

“Well, your mom...”

I hold up my hand. “Davy, I am a grown-ass woman. If I don’t want to go to therapy, then I don’t want to go.”

“Fine, but you’re telling her. I’ve known you and your family for too many years. This is getting ridiculous being caught up in your personal matters.”

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